“Leaves I twist between my fingers, closing my eyes as thoughts drift. Into the momentous winds of time, the red-orange will soon afloat. For Autumn hues are unravelling through the waning summer days. ‘Tis the season of yearning passion and lyric to my heart and mind. [Ever Changing Rhythms of Life]” MindBodySpiritPoetrySpiritualitySpiritual ConnectionVisualisationEarth EnergyWandersAutumn Spirit Book:Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall Source: Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall